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Archive for August, 2004


Monday, August 30th, 2004

Being a lazy bum, I did nothing of substance today around my house, but I did write five pages.

I keep saying it’s only ten chapters to the end, but Ishna keeps going blah blah blah and now I have no idea where the end is. Though in the sequence of events, I know that “tonight” (in the story world) something interesting is going to happen that throws other things into gear, and that’s good. I have Chapter 30 sketched out, and most of Chapter 31 outlined. So I guess 32 – 38 are where massive badness occur. Maybe? Hell, I don’t know.

Dear heavens. This stupid book is going to eat my soul!

    cursed upon me

    mustard seed

    was good enough for him

    and it’s good enough to me

walt whitman

Sunday, August 29th, 2004

Four pages tonight, and Chapter 29 now clocks in as the longest chapter of the book with 4221 words. This is not necessarily good, but since there’s much going on and I didn’t want to break it apart, it’ll likely stay that way. It ends how it’s supposed to end.

I’m a bit sensitive about chapter lengths. My first book had incredibly long chapters, and I was cautioned to not do that by various editors. Of course, ten years later I re-read my first book and caution myself to not do a lot of things, so chapter length could have just been an arbitrary criticism. It was a pretty horrendous piece, and chapter length was only the tip of that sewer-scented iceberg.

So anyway, the answer to last night’s question is: leave it to the reader’s imagination. As much as I want to be sex ed for some poor teenager out there, I don’t think this is the book to do it in. What I wrote was still fairly provocative, as far as I’m concerned. As provocative as I feel is within my capability as a writer at this time. If an editor says: “More throbbing!” I’ll put in more throbbing, but for now I like what I’ve accomplished (note: there is currently no throbbing).

And now, Walt Whitman’s biography (not really).

    In another place,

    in another time

    I’d be driving trucks my dear


of sex scenes and authors

Friday, August 27th, 2004

Before the year’s up, I’d like to read another Dark Tower novel, and acquire books by two authors I feel like I should have started reading a long time ago — that is, George R.R. Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire series, and something (other than The Gypsy) by Robin Hobb/Megan Lindholm.

Melissa and I discussed literary sex scenes today on the couch at work. I have yet to actually write one in a serious work. Yes, with the exception of a few attempts when I was younger, I’m a sex scene virgin.

I find most sex scenes rather silly. “Hot, throbbing manhood” just makes me giggle. It doesn’t turn me on (is it meant to?); it’s probably why I never got into romances or cybersex. In my long life as an online gamer, the one time I got enmeshed in a sexy exchange I was bored and annoyed with the grammar, punctuation, and spelling of my partners. If that enlightens anyone on anything about me.

I’m approaching the one, solitary, two-to-three page scene in my book. And the question is — will I go into hot, throbbing detail, or will I be subtle and light-handed with it? I’ll know in a day or so.

Speaking of which, I did write last night — a long, convoluted argument between two characters that I went back and rewrote today. The edits for this thing are going to be horrendous. I fear I may need a spreadsheet.

A rock-solid, pulsing spreadsheet.

    yeah I drive naked through the park

    and run the stop sign in the dark

    stand in the street

    yell out my heart

    to make to make you love me


Thursday, August 26th, 2004

I got a whole page done. I suck!

At some point, my heroine has got to realize what the f— is going on. I just know it!

sleep. night.


Wednesday, August 25th, 2004

Chapter 28 done. Chapter 29 started. So…close…to nookie….

Bed now.

your arm’s too short to box with god

Tuesday, August 24th, 2004

I really only meant to write one page, but somehow I wrote three. And it was a very draining three pages that sum up a lot of what I was probably thinking at Myr’s age about life and the universe.

Or not. It’s hard to remember who I was when I was 17.

I dream of living in a log cabin in the Ozarks or someplace else suitably green and foresty. Nice to dream.

Work is busy. Hopefully I’ll write this week, regardless of its deadly lure.


Sunday, August 22nd, 2004

In two hours of writing, I only managed one page. Curses.

Part of it is simply that I had to describe a whole lot of city and think about architecture and layout and…BLECH. In this, visiting Spain was priceless. I now have some idea of what medieval cities should look like and just how goddamn claustrophobic they are. It also helps that there were TWO bigass cathedrals in the city I went to. And it was on a river, so there were bridges. Kind of like a small scale version of the city I’m building in my head now.

Part of it is also that I’m once again trying to figure out how to present the next bit of information, so I spent a couple hours on the couch, drawing it out. I now have very crude, very badly drawn examples of the temple of Aiur. No, I’m not going to post it. (I suck even more at still life than I do at drawing portraits.)

I’ll probably go back upstairs now and draw out a map of the city, plus the bits of architectural oddity it has chosen to tell me about.

Either that, or rub a clay mask on my face.


crazy lady

Sunday, August 22nd, 2004

Chapter 27 finished, Chapter 28 started. Something got pointed out to me by one of my characters, so I went back and rewrote all of Erim’s scenes starting from 22. There were only about four, and now his purpose is better defined and he’s happy with me.

On that note — it’s bedtime. Bye!

    more a question than a curse.

    how could hell be any worse?

miyazaru, kikazaru, iwazaru

Saturday, August 21st, 2004

Ah, young love. It’s so cute.

The cats are trying to murder my optical mouse. Bastards.

Two pages done. Some editing done to 16. Three pages away from complete chapter 27. Gotta switch to Erim for the next part.

little secrets

Friday, August 20th, 2004

Revised Chapter Twenty-Seven slightly. The second section I wrote last night felt off and so was removed but not deleted; I always save the good-but-off scenes in a file for later reference. Replaced it with something I hope to be stronger.

Halfway through. And like an annoying little earworm begging for attention, I find myself wanting to listen to the next Gunslinger novel….

(Maybe I’ll read it on my next flight to San Diego.)

    we are the inheritors

    the evidence of heaven